Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.